Because there's PRINCIPLE involved, that's why.

First of all, let me start out by saying there's PRINCIPAL and there's PRINCIPLE. (If you don't know the difference between the two, click each word and you'll get the definitions. Don't hate. I'm a grammar nerd and I want us all to be on the same page here.)

Secondly, you know those people in your life that you go WAAAAAAY back with? (<--- ha. The grammar nerd just ended her sentence with a preposition. I can admit it though, so we're not gonna hold that against me. k?) Like, middle school back with? You don't talk much now, but when you do it's like you never lost contact? I've got a friend like that. His name is Justin. And he's exactly 23 hours older than me. Justin and I go allllll the way back to 8th grade. (That'd be 1993. Old. Ugh.) I'm not sure how it happened, but one day he and I realized that there was one thing we would fight to the death about:

PRINCIPLE.

(And by fight to the death I mean with others, not amongst ourselves. Because I cannot recall a single instance, in 18 years, where Justin and I disagreed on the principle of a matter.)

*Sidebar: Those of you on FB, when I refer to my "Puddin' Buns," I'm talkin' about Justin. He calls me "Sugar Britches"... which I consider an improvement over his high school nickname for me which was "Ghetto Bum." But that's a post for another day*

So, with all that background covered, let's get to the point of all this jibberish.

I used to think that principle was always a good thing. For the most part I still think that, but lately, I'm learning that principle can be a serious pain in the ass.

Good Principle: You promised someone that you would bring them dinner. But then you get busy and forget. They tell you not to worry about it, they're not that hungry anyways. NO MA'AM. That's not the point. So you turn around and get them their #5 with a large Sweet Tea. Why? Because there's PRINCIPLE involved.

Pain-in-the-Ass Principle: Someone you like A LOT (and claims to feel the same way about you) snaps at you for no reason via text message. You let them know, in no uncertain terms-via text message-how you feel about that. (You're not in favor of it, btw) They never write you back. No "Hello." "Goodbye." "F you" NOTHIN'. They never even acknowledge that MAYBE they shouldn't have snapped at you. It's been 2 1/2 weeks. You refuse to break rank and text first. Why? Because there's PRINCIPLE involved.

Damnit.

So now there's a big fat war going on in my head. "Principle" vs. "Pride Goeth Before the Fall" There's no clear winner so I still I can't bring myself to break rank. No matter how much I HAAAATTTEEE not talking to this person, the principles of, well, PRINCIPLE are ingrained WAY too deeply in my psyche to cave.

PRINCIPLE! PRINCIPLE! PRINCIPLE! (<--- say it like "Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!")

This could all be avoided if that damn Twatwaffle would just text a simple "Hi."

Clearly, I'm going my grave on frop'n PRINCIPLE.

In fact, y'all have that engraved on my tombstone:

Here lies Amanda Colleen Smith

July 30, 1980- _______

Bless her heart, she went to her grave on frop'n PRINCIPLE